The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1887-11-13

Nun. CrinkLe.

scenes that call for the expression of
emotion. They appear to have been
constructed according to book of eti-
duette, and they were acted as if the
personages were in back parlor. The
whole purport of the action is to show
that Mile. de Bressier loves the sculptor,
but dare not marry him, because she is
pledged to her cousin, whom she does
not love. The crisis of this little trouble
is shown in the studio, when the sculp-
tor tells her of his passion while model
ing her head injclay. The sculptor is Mr.
Kyrle BelleW. He scrapes a piece off
his loves ear, and says that he can't
1--we without her. He gouges her eye
and remarks that she is his ideal. She
gets up unperturbed, and they lace
each other over a chair and lounge.
She says she will tell him som sthing
if ne will promise to stay on the
other side of the chair and lounge. He
promises. Then across this barricade
| she saws: Il lore YOU, but for heavens
sake stand STILL" They look at each
other moment to give the audience
an opportunity to grasp the SOUL
wrench of it. Then the cousin comes
in and takes his affianced away, and
the sulptor, in fit of Imbecile despair,
gouges out the clay nose of his model.
The injustice of popular indulgence
falls upon the profession. We have
| here lady, presumably estlmable and
unquestiOnably as lady very admir-
able, who asks US to crown her with the
bays of artistic triumph on account of
her ladyship. This is divine audacity
that strikes ones discrimination blind.
1t would be crue to measure me by
approved standards, says the lady.
WhyP
Because 1 am lady.
1t would be unjust 10 bring the vulgar
tests of ability to my case?
Why?
Because it may interfere with the illu-
sion by which l expect to make great
deal of money.
II dramatic art was ever slapped in
the face with double blow of dimpled
hands, it was here.
But the chiValrous kindness of Amer
lean audiences is never disturbed by
considerations of exact justice when a
pretty woman is involved. They NAV
Yawn as they did on Monday night, but
they will wake up to applaud. They
may be bored, but they stand shoulder
to shoulder in phalanX of delicious
coincidence.
So far as my judgment is unimpaired
in these matters, it saw nothing in Mrs.
Potter's attempt to act which any girl
of moderate intelligence might not have
done minus Mrs. Potter individuality.
That she at any instant of her task rose
above the behavior of the genteel young
woman of society, with a special gift
that would excuse her appeal to art
methods and art criticisms, l do not be-
lieVe any sound judgment, disciplined
in an experience of histrionism, will for
moment claim. That her exception
ally genteel audience was for one
moment moved by her spirit of pur
pose or earnestness, cannot be said
If we adhere to the facts. That it was
deeply interested in the lady and bored
by the play, everybody must know who
was there. Once, when she sat down
and posed herself in the artists chair,
the visual charm of a Photographic pic
ture raised round of applause. 1t
was as if the genteel assembly had in
advertently declared: Now you are at
home. Sit there with the folds of your
dress disposed so, and your limbs so,
and your divine nose up so, and your
angelic eyes turned just so; head back,
arm resting thus-look at this spot,
please-there you are, ready-let her
gor
Textile triumph-waxworks by jove.
Tumultuous applause!
Chorus OF managers: She'll make
half million in one season."
This GREAT ACTING OF MINE.
(The Giddy Gusher, in the Mirror.)
There is one attribute of the lady's
debut before that splendid audience
Monday night, that speaks in big
letters of her future career. She pos
sesses the confident assurance of me-
diocrity. Cora Potter heard the ten
button gloves of her compatriots
rafting together, and said to herself:
"It elicits applause, this great acting of
mine"
She was as pleas dwith herself as the
middle-msn in Ihatcher's Minstrels.
AS he would say "she was stuck on
herself" It's fatal sign; you are on
the top step; for you there are no
feel in your own soul the consciousness
of having got to dizzy elevation, true
ability undertakes itself. No genius
ever lived who died satisfied with his
work. Mrs. Potter, my dear, you have
spoiled pleasant home to make poor
actress. If you want to take an en-
gagement next year, | think you can
command $50 with Harbor Lights; and
I sincerely prsy the curiosity that drew
that house, the kindness that was
shown you, may not Go its evil work
with more society young women, in
stigating them 10 leave that station IN
which it has pleased God to put 'em
and attempt to enter that in which
they won't please God or anyone else.
FAUsT's FIVE HUNDREDTH NIGHT.
by Gable to the New York HeraId.)
PARIS, via HAvRE, Nov. 4, 1887.
While one-half of tout Paris was fol-
lowing the fortunes of Bettina and her
lover in Liable Constantin tonight at
the Gymnase;-the other half was feting
Gounod and listening to the 50Oth per-
performance of. Faust at the Opera.
The rival premiere somewhat detracted
from the briliiancy of the audience as
sembled on this memorable occasion,
but there were many musical, financial
and social celebrities present. Among
them were Queen Isabella, of Spain,